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[thenewgentlemangolfer]

Remembering Crail. Balcomie. @crailgolf #linksgolf #instagolf #seascape #autumngolf #whyilovethisgame #golfstagram #golfer #golfstyle #truelinks #tommorris #classiclinks (hier: Balcomie Links Golf Course, Crail) https://www.instagram.com/p/CkfWyKTt7K1/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[esterlgolf]

What an evening to play golf! We took advantage of the weather today and filmed more training tips for our Facebook Priority Club page. If you’d like to see them, join us over on FB. Search ‘Esterl Priority Club’ and send us a request. It’s a private page with tips, deals and much more! See you there.😎✌️ . . . . #autumngolf #golfweather #eveninggolf (at Golfclub Schloßberg) https://www.instagram.com/p/CFh3Wd4oaiU/?igshid=oehne3tx5quk

[rozdb]

Spectacular #autumngolf @standrewsbythelakegolf #kaleden #okanaganlifestyle https://www.instagram.com/p/B3Fr15HhpT5/?igshid=1vjw888ucu8nr

[zuwalabear]

Cheers To Golf

     Most of the time on this blog, I cover topics and stories relating to professional golf, but today my mind is elsewhere.  Today, I am sitting in a café sipping the third cup of my bottomless coffee and reflecting on the season of golf that has, just this past weekend, come to an end for me up here in Canada.  Yes, I am one of those hardy few who take advantage of any chance they get to keep playing, long after the leaves have fallen and the temperature has dropped and most golfers have already taken refuge inside.

     Golfers in Canada have a unique perspective on what constitutes a “great day for golf” … and it is a much more liberal definition than would be found further south.  Any day that we can get out is a great opportunity, since we spend such a large portion of our lives covered in snow and ice.  So, as my last round of the season came to a conclusion beneath a swift sunset that cast long shadows across the green, I took a brief pause and smiled to myself – for the joy of the game, for the chance to play, for the time with friends and everything that goes along with a regular round on a regular course.

     For most of us, we will never even win an amateur tournament, let alone compete on the PGA Tour, but the game still loves and hates us with the same irreverence.  We still get good bounces, and lots of bad bounces, just like Tiger Woods or Rory McIlroy.  We still have good days, bad days and just plain ugly days on the course, the same as Phil Mickelson or Graeme McDowell.  We still get excited seeing a birdie putt drop, or a drive pounded down the middle, and we keep coming back.  We keep coming back.

     Even after the missed three footers and the unfair lip-outs, we keep coming back.  Even after the vicious slices and the nasty hooks, and the other shots we’d rather not discuss, we keep coming back.  Even after we spend months underneath a blanket of blustering snow and frozen liquid where the grass dies and our golf courses resemble nothing so much as shelled out WWII battlefields, we keep coming back.  Every spring we get that same familiar feeling when we are blessed with the first sunny day, and we dig through our basements or closets to find our clubs, and wrap our fingers around the grips, smiling inwardly at the feeling.  In our springtime, cub-like exuberance and arrogance, we just simply know this next year will be the year we finally break through our own personal barrier, whether that means breaking 80 at last, winning our club championship, or winning The Masters, we have the faith of a child, an inherent confidence and belief.  And we keep coming back for that feeling, that fleeting glimpse of this youthful part of us that we bottle up during the long winter months.

     So now, at the ending of another season, let’s raise a glass to the memories we cherish, the ones we would prefer to forget, and the ones yet to come.  Let’s raise a glass to the 20 footers we drain on the 18’th green to bury our buddies, and the drives we hit just the way we wanted to.  Let’s raise a glass to the crisp wedges that land and sit next to the hole, and the well struck long irons that are so infrequent but feel so pure.  Let’s raise a glass to the first tee jitters and the 18’th green handshakes.  Let’s raise a glass to the best game ever invented.  Let’s raise a glass to golf.

     Till next spring, cheers.